An intervention failed

chapter 3: phoebe’s new life

It was late when Sid and Phoebe arrived at his home. Phoebe couldn’t see a clock with the time, but it was dark. After Sid drop the boys off, he made several trips for food: the grocery store, KFC, McDonald’s, and Pizza Hut.

He brought all the food into his 1 story home, and when he came back to the van to get Phoebe, he patted her exposed belly. “Thank you for being patient, my dear. It’s not everyday I get to bring a whale home to help feed.” Phoebe whimper.

He positioned Phoebe so that she could bring her legs onto the ground of the van, and with his help, he got her to sit up, and then stand. Phoebe waddled to the door of his home, not daring to make a run, or waddle, as Sid would surely catch her in half a step.

They made it to his front door, and Phoebe paused, seeing that this door was just as narrow. Sid chuckled.
“You should barely fit through,”

Phoebe entered, sweating. Humiliated, she realized she filled the frame.
She paused and tugged herself, freeing herself from the frame, relieved.

Sid laughed and poked her side, which was jiggling still from the momentum when she pulled herself out. “Guess you’re not that fat yet.”

Phoebe blushed.

Sid led her to a recliner, and she sat down hard, but not intentionally. It took a few minutes for Sid to get all the food prep, but he then started to feed the hungry whale.

First it was 2 boxes of large meat lovers pizzas, 6 McDonald’s Big Mac burgers and fries, 2 buckets of KFC chicken and more fries, and 3 4L pop to wash it down. Sid was amazed at how much this blimp ate, only stopping to catch her breath. When it was cake time (1 Black Forest cake) Phoebe was breathing heavily. Sid pokes her swollen belly, it was almost hard as a drum. He figured the cake would be the last to fill her gut to the max.

It took her 30 minutes to finish the whole cake, as she took breaks in between to catch her breath.

When it was all down, Sid stepped back to admire his work. Here was a fat cow, breathing heavily, sweaty and exhausted. She tried to move, to get comfortable in the recliner that was pinching at her sides. She was so heavy after a couple of shifts she gave up, defeated. Grease stained her pink shirt, which barely covered her breasts. Her multiple belly rolls laid on top of the biggest roll, that also covered her lap. That big roll was the shape of a dome, and it rose up and down slowly, timed with Phoebe’s laboured breathing.

Sid put a chocolate ball in the centre of phoebe’s navel, shallow and stretch. She was so stuffed she could only see from the corner of her eyes, not being able to move her head and chins.

He patted her hard belly dome. “Do a little belly jig, Fatty. Moved this chocolate ball. Oink for me.”

Fearing what would happen if she disobey, with every last bit of energy she had, Phoebe tried to shift herself in the recliner, and oinked. The chocolate ball moved out of her navel and down the dome, but Sid caught it with a cupped hand. He then put the chocolate in Phoebe’s mouth. Still full, Phoebe chewed slowly while Sid caressed her belly dome.

“That’s my fat pig,” he kept repeating and stroking her belly as Phoebe chewed and tears rolled down her fat flabby face.